And Malcolm." Mrs.M.Corcoran Dunn was tall and, in South Denboro, would have been called "fleshy," in spite of her own and the dressmaker's efforts to conceal the fact.

She was elaborately gowned and furred, and something about her creaked when she walked.

She rushed into the room, at the butler's heels, and, greeting Caroline with outstretched hands, kissed her effusively on the cheek.
"My dear child," she cried, "how could I stay away?
We have spoken of you and Stephen _so_ often this morning.

We know how lonely you must be, and Malcolm and I decided we _must_ run in on you after lunch.

Didn't we, Malcolm ?" Mr.Malcolm Corcoran Dunn, her son, was a blond young man, with a rather indolent manner.
"Sure, Mater!" he said, calmly.